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Murder in the Cathedral 



by the same author 

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Poems, 1909-1925 
Ash-Wednesday 
Sweeney Agonistes 
The Rock 

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Selected Essays 
Elizabethan Essays 
The Use of Poetry 
After Strange Gods 
Dante 



MURDER 


in the Cathedral 


BY T. S. ELIOT 


HARCOURT, RRACE AND COMPANY 


NEW YORK 



COPYRIGHT, 1935, BY 
HARCOURT, BRACE AND COMPANY, INC. 


All rights reserved, including 
the right to reproduce this book 
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This play was written for production (in an abbreviated 
form) at the Canterbury Festival, June 1935. For help 
in its construction I am much indebted to Mr. E. Mar- 
tin Browne, the producer, and to Mr. Rupert Doone; 
and for incidental criticisms, to Mr. F. V. Morley, and 
Mr. John Hayward. 

In this second edition I have substituted, for the dia 
logue of the three Priests at the beginning of Part II, a 
speech by the Chorus. The text is now in conformity 
with the recent production at the Mercury Theatre, 
London. 


January 1936. 


T. S. E. 




Part I 

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Characters 

A Chorus of Women of Canterbury 
Three Priests of the Cathedral 
A Herald 

Archbishop Thomas Becket 
Four Tempters 
Attendants 


The Scene is the Archbishop’s Hall, 
on December 2nd, 1170 




Chorus 

Here let us stand, close by the cathedral. Here let us wait. 

Are we drawn by danger? Is it the knowledge of safety, 
that draws our feet 

Towards the cathedral? What danger can be 

For us, the poor, the poor women of Canterbury? what 
tribulation 

With which we arc not already familiar? There is no 
danger 

For us, and there is no safety in the cathedral. Some 
presage of an act 

Which our eyes are compelled to witness, has forced our 
feet 

Towards the cathedral. We are forced to bear witness. 

Since golden October declined into sombre November 

And the apples were gathered and stored, and the land 
became brown sharp points of death in a waste of 
water and mud, 

The New Year waits, breathes, waits, whispers in dark- 
ness. 

While the labourer kicks off a muddy boot and stretches 
his hand to the fire, 


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The New Year waits, destiny waits for the coming. 

Who has stretched out his hand to the fire and remem- 
bered the Saints at All Hallows, 

Remembered the martyrs and saints who wait? and 
who shall 

Stretch out his hand to the fire, and deny his master: 

who shall be warm 
By the fire, and deny his master? 

Seven years and the summer is over 
Seven years since the Archbishop left us. 

He who was always kind to his people. 

But it would not be well if he should return. 

King rules or barons rule; 

We have suffered various oppression. 

But mostly we are left to our own devices. 

And we are content if we are left alone. 

We try to keep our households in order; 

The merchant, shy and cautious, tries to compile a little 
fortune. 

And the labourer bends to his piece of earth, earth- 
colour, his own colour. 

Preferring to pass unobserved. 

Now I fear disturbance of the quiet seasons: 

Winter shall come bringing death from the sea. 

Ruinous spring shall beat at our doors, 

Root and shoot shall eat our eyes and our ears. 
Disastrous summer burn up the beds of our streams 
And the poor shall wait for another decaying October. 
Why should the summer bring consolation 

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For autumn fires and winter fogs? 

What shall we do in the heat of summer 

But wait in barren orchards for another October? 

Some malady is coming upon us. We wait, we wait, 

And the saints and martyrs wait, for those who shall be 
martyrs and saints. 

Destiny waits in the hand of God, shaping the still un- 
shapen: 

I have seen these things in a shaft of sunlight. 

Destiny waits in the hand of God, not in the hands of 
statesmen 

Who do, some well, some ill, planning and guessing. 

Having their aims which turn in their hands in the 
pattern of time. 

Come, happy December, who shall observe you, who 
shall preserve you? 

Shall the Son of Man be born again in the litter of 
scorn? 

For us, the poor, there is no action. 

But only to wait and to witness. 

[Enter Priests.] 

First Priest 

Seven years and the summer is over. 

Seven years since the Archbishop left us. 

Second Priest 

What does the Archbishop do, and our Sovereign Lord 
the Pope 

With the stubborn King and the French King 

In ceaseless intrigue, combinations, 

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In conference, meetings accepted, meetings refused, 
Meetings unended or endless 
At one place or another in France? 

Third Priest 

I see nothing quite conclusive in the art of temporal 
government, 

But violence, duplicity and frequent malversation. 

King rules or barons rule: 

The strong man strongly and the weak man by caprice. 
They have but one law, to seize the power and keep it. 
And the steadfast can manipulate the greed and lust of 
others. 

The feeble is devoured by his own. 

First Priest 

Shall these things not end 
Until the poor at the gate 

Have forgotten their friend, their Father in God, have 
forgotten 

That they had a friend? 

[Enter Herald.] 

Herald 

Servants of God, and watchers of the temple, 

I am here to inform you, without circumlocution: 

The Archbishop is in England, and is close outside the 
city. 

I was sent before in haste 

To give you notice of his coming, as much as was pos- 
sible. 

That you may prepare to meet him. 

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First Priest 

What, is the exile ended, is our Lord Archbishop 
Reunited with the King? what reconciliation 
Of two proud men? what peace can be found 
To grow between the hammer and the anvil? Tell us. 
Are the old disputes at an end, is the wall of pride cast 
down 

That divided them? Is it peace or war? Does he come 

In full assurance, or only secure 

In the power of Rome, the spiritual rule, 

The assurance of right, and the love of the people. 
Contemning the hatred and envy of barons? 

Herald 

You are right to express a certain incredulity. 

He comes in pride and sorrow, affirming all his claims. 
Assured, beyond doubt, of the devotion of the people. 
Who receive him with scenes of frenzied enthusiasm. 
Lining the road and throwing down their capes. 
Strewing the way with leaves and late flowers of the 
season. 

The streets of the city will be packed to suffocation. 

And I think that his horse will be deprived of its tail,^ 

A single hair of which becomes a precious relic. 

He is at one with the Pope, and with the King of France, 
Who indeed would have liked to detain him in his king' 
dom: 

But as for our King, that is another matter. 

First Priest 

But again, is it war or peace? 

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Herald 

Peace, but not the kiss of peace. 
A patched up affair, if you ask my opinion. 

And if you ask me, I think the Lord Archbishop 
Is not the man to cherish any illusions. 

Or yet to diminish the least of his pretensions. 

If you ask my opinion, I think that this peace 
Is nothing like an end, or like a beginning. 

It is common knowledge that when the Archbishop 
Parted from the King, he said to the King, 

My Lord, he said, I leave you as a man 
Whom in this life I shall not see again. 

I have this, I assure you, on the highest authority; 
There are several opinions as to what lie meant 
But no one considers it a happy prognostic. 

\Exit.'\ 


First Priest 

I fear for the Archbishop, I fear for the Church, 

I know that the pride bred of sudden prosperity 
Was but confirmed by bitter adversity. 

I saw him as Chancellor, flattered by the King, 
Liked or feared by courtiers, in their overbearing 
fashion. 

Despised and despising, always isolated. 

Never one among them, always insecure; 

His pride always feeding upon his own virtues. 
Pride drawing sustenance from impartiality. 
Pride drawing sustenance from generosity. 
Loathing power given by temporal devolution, 

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Wishing subjection to God alone. 

Had the King been greater, or had he been weaker 

Things had perhaps been different for Thomas. 

Second Priest 

Yet our lord is returned. Our lord has come back to his 
own again. 

We have had enough of waiting, from December to 
dismal December. 

The Archbishop shall be at our head, dispelling dismay 
and doubt. 

He will tell us what we are to do, he will give us our 
orders, instruct us. 

Our Lord is at one with the Pope, and also the King of 
France. 

We can lean on a rock, we can feel a firm foothold 

Against the perpetual wash of tides of balance of forces 
of barons and landholders. 

The rock of (rod is beneath our feet. Let us meet the 
Archbishop with cordial thanksgiving: 

Our lord, our Archbishop returns. And when the Arch- 
bishop returns 

Our doubts are dispelled. Let us therefore rejoice, 

I say rejoice, and show a glad face for his welcome. 

I am the Archbishop’s man. Let us give the Archbishop 
welcome! 


Third Priest 
For good or ill, let the wheel turn. 

The wheel has been still, these seven years, and no good. 
For ill or good, let the wheel turn. 

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For who knows the end of good or evil? 

Until the grinders cease 

And the door shall be shut in the street, 

And all the daughters of music shall be brought low. 

Chorus 

Here is no continuing city, here is bo abiding stay. 

Ill the wind, ill the time, uncertain the profit, certain 
the danger. 

O late late late, late is the time, late too late, and rotten 
the year; 

Evil the wind, and bitter the sea, and grey the sky, 
grey grey grey. 

O Thomas, return. Archbishop; return, return to France. 
Return. Quickly. Quietly. Leave us to perish in quiet. 
You come with applause, you come with rejoicing, but 
you come bringing death into Canterbury: 

A doom on the house, a doom on yourself, a doom on 
the world. 

We do not wish anything to happen. 

Seven years we have lived quietly, 

Succeeded in avoiding notice. 

Living and partly living. 

There have been oppression and luxury, 

There have been poverty and licence. 

There has been minor injustice. 

Yet we have gone on living, 

Living and partly living. 

Sometimes the corn has failed us, 


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Sometimes the harvest is good, 

One year is a year of rain, 

Another a year of dryness, 

One year the apples are abundant. 

Another year the plums are lacking. 

Yet we Iiave gone on living. 

Living and partly living. 

We have kept the feasts, heard the masses. 

We have brewed beer and cyder. 

Gathered wood against the winter. 

Talked at tlie corner of the fire. 

Talked at the corners of streets. 

Talked not always in whispers. 

Living and partly living. 

We have seen births, deaths and marriages. 

We have had various scandals, 

We have been afflicted with taxes. 

We have had laughter and gossip, 

Several girls have disappeared 
Unaccountably, and some not able to. 

We have all had our private terrors. 

Our particular shadows, our secret fears. 

But now a great fear is upon us, a fear not of one but of 
many, 

A fear like birth and death, when we see birth and 
death alone 
In a void apart. We 

Are afraid in a fear whicli we cannot know, which we 
cannot face, which none understands, 


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And our hearts are torn from us, our brains unskinned 
like the layers of an onion, our selves are lost lost 

In a final fear which none understands. O Thomas 
Archbishop, 

O Thomas our Lord, leave us and leave us be, in our 
humble and tarnished frame of existence, leave us; 
do not ask us 

To stand to the doom on the house, the doom on the 
Archbishop, the doom on tlie world. 

Archbishop, secure and assured of your fate, imaffrayed 
among the shades, do you realise what you ask, do 
you realise what it means 

To the small folk drawn into the pattern of fate, the 
small folk who live among small things. 

The strain on the brain of the small folk who stand to 
the doom of the house, the doom of their lord, the 
doom of the world? 

O Thomas, Archbishop, leave us, leave us, leave sullen 
Dover, and set sail for France. Thomas our Arch- 
bishop still our Archbishop even in France. 
Thomas Archbishop, set the white sail between 
the grey sky and the bitter sea, leave us, leave us 
for France. 


Second Priest 

What a way to talk at such a juncture! 

You are foolish, immodest and babbling women. 

Do you not know that the good Archbishop 
Is likely to arrive at any moment? 

The crowds in the streets will be cheering and cheering, 

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You go on croaking like frogs in the treetops: 

But frogs at least can be cooked and eaten. 

Whatever you are afraid of, in your craven apprehen- 
sion, 

Let me ask you at the least to put on pleasant faces. 

And give a hearty welcome to our good Archbishop. 
[Enter Thomas.] 

Thomas 

Peace. And let them be, in their exaltation. 

They speak better than they know, and beyond your 
understanding. 

They know and do not know, what it is to act or 
suffer. 

They know and do not know, that acting is suffering 
And suffering is action. Neither does the actor suffer 
Nor the patient act. But both arc fixed 
In an eternal action, an eternal patience 
To which all must consent that it may be willed 
And which all must suffer that they may will it. 

That the pattern may subsist, for the pattern is the 
action 

And the suffering, that the wheel may turn and still 
Be forever still. 


Second Priest 

O my Lord, forgive me, I did not see you coming. 
Engrossed by the chatter of these foolish women. 
Forgive us, my Lord, you would have had a better 
welcome 

If we had been sooner prepared for the event. 

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But your Lordship knows that seven years of waiting, 
Seven years of prayer, seven years of emptiness. 

Have better prepared our hearts for your coming. 

Than seven days could make ready Canterbury. 
However, I will have fires laid in all your rooms 
To take the chill off our English December, 

Your Lordship now being used to a better climate. 

Your Lordship will find your rooms in order as you left 
them. 

Thomas 

And will try to leave them in order as I find them. 

I am more than grateful for all your kind attentions. 

I These are small matters. Little rest in Canterbury 
, With eager enemies restless about us. 

Rebellious bishops, York, London, Salisbury, 

Would have intercepted our letters. 

Filled the coast with spies and sent to meet me 
Some who hold me in bitterest hate. 

By God’s grace aware of their prevision 
I sent my letters on another day, 

Had fair crossing, found at Sandwich 
Broc, Warenne, and the Sheriff of Kent, 

Those who had sworn to have my head from me. 

Only John, the Dean of Salisbury, 

Fearing for the King’s name, warning against treason. 
Made them hold their hands. So for the time 
We are unmolested. 


First Priest 
But do they follow after? 
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Thomas 

For a little time the hungry hawk 
Will only soar and hover, circling lower, 

I Waiting excuse, pretence, opportunity. 
lEnd will be simple, sudden, God-given. 

Meanwhile the substance of our first act 
Will be shadows, and the strife with shadows. 

Heavier the interval than tlie consummation. 

All things prepare the event. Watch. 

[Enter First Tempter.] 

First Tempter 

You see, my Lord, I do not wait upon ceremony: 

Here I have come, lorgetting all acrimony, 

Hoping that your present gravity 
Will find excuse lor my humble levity 
Remembering all the good time j)ast. 

Your Lordship won’t despise an old fiiend out of 
favour? 

Old Tom, gay Tom, Becket of London, 

Your Lordship won’t forget that evening on the liver 
When the King, and you and I were all friends to- 
gether? 

Friendship should be more than biting Time can sever. 
What, my Lord, now that you recover 
Favour with the King, shall we say that sinmnei’s over 
Or that the good time cannot last? 

Fluting in the meadows, viols in the hall. 

Laughter and apple-blossom floating on the water. 
Singing at nightfall, whispering in chambers, 

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Fires devouring the winter season, 

Eating up the darkness, with wit and wine and wisdom! 
Now that the King and you are in amity, 

Clergy and laity may return to gaiety, 

Mirth and sportfulness need not walk warily. 

Thomas 

You talk of seasons that are past. I remember 
Not worth forgetting. 


Tempter 

And of the new season. 

Spring has come in winter. Snow in the branches 
Shall float as sweet as blossoms. Ice along the ditches 
Mirror the sunlight. Love in the orchard 
Send the sap shooting. Mirth matches melancholy. 

Thomas 

We do not know very much of the future 
Except that from generation to generation 
Tlie same things happen again and again. 

Men learn little from others’ experience. 

But in the life of one man, never 
The same time returns. Sever 
The cord, shed the scale. Only 
?The fool, fixed in his folly, may think 
\ He can turn the wheel on which he turns. 

Tempter 

My Lord, a nod is as good as a wink. 

A man will often love what he spurns. 

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For the good times past, that are come again 
I am your man. 

Thomas 

Not in this train. 

Look to your behaviour. 'You were safer 
Think of penitence and follow your master. 

Tempter 

Not at this gait! 

If you go so fast, others may go faster. 

Your Lordship is too proud! 

The safest beast is not the one diat roars most loud. 
This was not the way of the King our master! 

You were not used to be so hard upon sinners 
When tliey were your friends. Be easy, man! 

The easy man lives to cat the best dinners. 

Take a friend’s advice. Leave well alone. 

Or your goose may be cooked and eaten to the bone„ 

Thomas 

You come twenty years too late. 

Tempter 

Then I leave you to your fate. 

I leave you to the pleasures of your liigher vices. 
Which will have to be paid for at higher prices. 
Farewell, my Lord, I do not wait upon ceremony, 

I leave as I came, forgetting all acrimony. 

Hoping that your present gravity 
Will find excuse for my humble levity. 

If you will remember me, my Lord, at your prayers, 
ril remember you at kissing-time below the stairs. 

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Thomas 

Leave-well-alone, the springtime fancy, 

So one thought goes whistling down the wind. 

The impossible is still temptation. 

The impossible, the undesirable. 

Voices under sleep, waking a dead world, 

So that the mind may not be whole in the present. 
[Enter Second Tempter.] 

Second Tempter 

Your Lordship has forgotten me, perhaps. I will remind 
you. 

We met at Clarendon, at Northampton, 

And last at Montmirail, in Maine. Now that I have re- 
called them. 

Let us but set these not too pleasant memories 

In balance against other, earlier 

And weighter ones: those of the Chancellorship. 

See how the late ones rise! The master of policy 
Whom all acknowledged, should guide the state again. 

Thomas 

Your meaning? 


Tempter 

The Chancellorship that you resigned 
When you were made Archbishop— that was a mistake 
On your part— still may be regained. Think, my Lord, 
Power obtained grows to glory. 

Life lasting, a permanent possession, 

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A templed tomb, monument of marble. 
Rule over men reckon no madness. 


Thomas 

To the man of God what gladness? 


Tempter 

Sadness 

Only to those giving love to God alone. 

Fare forward, shun two files of shadows: 

Mirth merrymaking, melting strength in sweetness. 
Fiddling to feebieness, doomed to disdain; 

And godlovers’ longings, lost in God. 

Shall he who held the solid substance 
Wander waking with deceitful shadows? 

Power is present. Holiness hereafter. 


Who then? 


Thomas 


Tempter 

The Chancellor. King and Chancellor. 
King commands. Chancellor richly rules. 

This is a sentence not taught in the schools. 

To set down the great, protect the poor, 

Beneath the throne of God can man do more? 
Disarm the ruffian, strengthen the laws, 

Rule for the good of the better cause. 

Dispensing justice make all even. 

Is thrive on earth, and perhaps in heaven. 


What means? 


Thomas 


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Tempter 
Real power 

Is purchased at price of a certain submission. 
Your spiritual power is earthly perdition. 
Power is present, for him who will wield. 

Thomas 

Whose was it? 


Tempter 
His who is gone. 

Thomas 

Who shall have it? 


Tempter 
He who will come. 

Thomas 

What shall be the month? 

Tempter 

The last from the first. 
Thomas 

What shall we give for it? 

Tempter 

Pretence of priestly power, 
Thomas 

Why should we give it? 

Tempter 

For the power and the glory. 

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Nol 


Thomas 


Tempter 

Yesl Or bravery will be broken. 
Cabined in Canterbury, realmless ruler. 
Self-bound servant of a powerless Pope, 
The old stag, circled with hounds. 


Nol 


Thomas 


Tempter 

Yes! men must manoeuvre. Monarchs also. 
Waging war abroad, need fast friends at liome. 
Private policy is public profit; 

Dignity still shall be dressed with decorum. 

Thomas 

You forget the bishops 

Whom I have laid under excommunication. 

Tempter 

Hungry hatred 

Will not strive against intelligent self-interest. 

Thomas 

You forget the barons. Who will not forget 
Constant curbing of pretty privilege. 

Tempter 

Against the barons 

Is King’s cause, churl’s cause. Chancellor’s cause, 

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Thomas 

No! shall I, who keep the keys 
Of heaven and hell, supreme alone in England, 
Who bind and loose, with power from the Pope, 
Descend to desire a punier power? 

Delegate to deal the doom of damnation. 

To condemn kings, not serve among their servants^ 
Is my open office. No! Go. 

Tempter 

Then I leave you to your fate. 

Your sin soars sunward, covering kings' falcons. 

Thomas 

Temporal power, to build a good world, 

To keep order, as tlie woild knows order. 

Those who put thoir faith in wnrlcUy order 
Not controllpd by the order ot God, 

In confident ignorance, but arrest disorder, 

Make it fast, breed fatal disease. 

Degrade what they exalt. Pqwer with the King- 
I was the King, his arm, his better reason. 

But what was once exaltation 
Would now be only mean descent. 

[Enter Third Tempter.] 

Third Tempter 
I am an unexpected visitor. 

Thomas 

I expected you. 

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Tempter 


But not in this guise, or for my present purpose. 

Thomas 

No purpose brings surprise. 

Tempter 

Well, my Lord, 

I am no trifler, and no politician. 

To idle or intrigue at court 
I have no skill. I am no courtier. 

I know a horse, a dog, a wench; 

I know how to liold my estates in order, 

A country-keeping lord who minds his own business. 
It is we country lords who know the country 
And we who know what the country needs. 

It is our country, Wc care for the country. 

We are the backbone of ihc Jiation. 

We, not the plotting parasites 
About the King. Excuse my bluntness: 

I am a rough straightforward Englishman. 

Thomas 

Proceed straight forward. 

Tempter 

Purpose is plain. 

Endurance of friendship does not depend 
Upon ourselves, but upon circumstance. 

But circumstance is not undetermined. 

Unreal friendship may turn to real 

But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended. 

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Sooner shall enmity turn to alliance. 

The enmity that never knew friendship 
Can sooner know accord. 

Thomas 

For a countryman 

You wrap your meaning in as dark generality 
As any courtier. 

Tempter 

This is the simple fact! 

You have no hope of reconciliation 
With Henry the King. You look only 
To blind assertion in isolation. 

That is a mistake. 


Thomas 

O Henry, O my King! 

Tempter 

Other friends 

May be found in the present situation. 

King in England is not all-powerful; 

King is in France, squabbling in Anjou; 

Round him waiting hungry sons. 

We are for England. We are in England. 

You and I, my Lord, are Normans. 

England is a land for Norman 
Sovereignty. Let the Angevin 
Destroy himself, fighting in Anjou. 

He does not understand us, the English barons. 

We are the people. 


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Thomas 


To what does this lead? 

Tempter 

To a happy coalition 

Of intelligent interests. 

Thomas 

But what have you— 

If you do speak for barons— 

Tempter 

For a powerful party 

Which has turned its eyes in your direction- 
To gain from you, your Lordship asks. 

For us, Church favour would be an advantage. 

Blessing of Pope powerful protection 
In the light for liberty. You, my Loul, 

In being with us, would fight a good stroke 
At once, for England and for Rome, 

Ending the tyrannous jurisdiction 
Of king’s court over bishop’s court, 

Of king’s court over baron’s court. 

Thomas 

Which I helped to found. 

Tempter 

Which you helped to found. 
But time past is time forgotten. 

We expect the rise of a new constellation. 

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Thomas 

And if the Archbishop cannot trust the King, 

How can he trust those who work for King’s undoing? 

Tempter 

Kings will allow no power but their own; 

Church and people have good cause against the throne. 

Thomas 

If the Archbishop cannot trust the Throne, 

He has good cause to trust none but God alone, 

It is not better to be thrown 

To a thousand hungry appetites than to one. 

At a future time this may be shown. 

I ruled once as Chancellor 

And men like you were glad to wait at my door. 

Not only in the court, but in the field 
And in the tilt-yard I made many yield. 

Shall I who ruled like an eagle over doves 
Now take the shape of a wolf among wolves? 

Pursue your treacheries as you have done before: 

No one shall say that I betrayed a king. 

Tempter 

Then, my Lord, I shall not wait at your door; 

And I well hope, before another spring 
The King will show his regard for your loyalty. 

Thomas 

To make, then break, this thought has come before. 

The desperate exercise of failing power. 

Samson in Gaza did no more. 


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But if I break, I must break myself alone. 

[Enter Fourth Tempter.] 

Fourth Tempter 

Well done, Thomas, your will is hard to bend. 

And with me beside you, you shall not lack a friend* 

Thomas 

Who are you? I expected 
Three visitors, not four. 

Tempter 

Do not be surprised to receive one more. 

Had I been expected, I had been here before. 

I always precede expectation. 

Thomas 

Who are you? 

Tempter 

As you do not know me, I do not need a name. 

And, as you know me, that is why I come. 

You know me, but have never seen my face. 

To meet before was never time or place. 

Thomas 

Say what you come to say. 

Tempter 

It shall be said at last. 
Hooks have been baited with morsels of the past. 
Wantonness is weakness. As for the King, 

His hardened hatred shall have no end. 

You know truly, the King will never trust 

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Twice, the man who has been his friend. 

Borrow use cautiously, employ 

Your services as long as you have to lend. 

You would wait for trap to snap 
Having served your turn, broken and crushed. 
As for barons, envy of lesser men 
Is still more stubborn than king’s anger. 

Kings have public policy, barons private profit. 
Jealousy raging possession of the fiend. 

Barons are employable against each other; 
Greater enemies must kings destroy. 

Thomas 

What is your counsel? 

Tempter 

Fare forward to the end. 
All other ways are closed to you 
Except the way already chosen. 

But what is pleasure, kingly rule. 

Or rule of men beneath a king. 

With craft in corners, stealthy stratagem. 

To general grasp of spiritual power? 

Man oppressed by sin, since Adam fell— 

^^You hold the keys of heaven and hell. 

Power to bind and loose: bind, Thomas, bind. 
King and bishop under your heel. 

King, emperor, bishop, baron, king: 

Uncertain mastery of melting armies. 

War, plague, and revolution. 

New conspiracies, broken pacts; 

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To be master or servant within an hour, 

This is the course of temporal power. 

The Old King shall know it, when at last breath. 

No sons, no empire, he bites broken teeth. 

You hold the skein: wind, Thomas, wind 
The thread of eternal life and death. 

You hold this power, hold it. 

Thomas 

Supreme, in this land? 
Tempter 

Supreme, but for one. 

Thomas 

That I do not understand. 
Tempter 

It is not for me to tell you how this may be so; 

I am only here, Thomas, to tell you what you know- 

Thomas 

How long shall this be? 

Tempter 

Save what you know already, ask nothing of me. 

But think, Thomas, think of glory after death. 

When king is dead, there’s another king. 

And one more king is another reign. 

King is forgotten, when another shall come: 

Saint and Martyr rule from the tomb. 

Think, Thomas, think of enemies dismayed. 
Creeping in penance, frightened of a shade; 

Think of pilgrims, standing in line 

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Before the glittering jewelled shrine, 

From generation to generation 
Bending the knee in supplication. 

Think of the miracles, by God’s grace, 

And think of your enemies, in another place. 

Thomas 

I have thought of these things. 

Tempter 

That is why I tell you. 
Your thoughts have more power than kings to compel 
you. 

You have also thought, sometimes at your prayers. 
Sometimes hesitating at the angles of stairs, 

And between sleep and waking, early in the morning. 
When the bird cries, have thought of further scorning. 
That nothing lasts, but the wheel turns. 

The nest is rifled, and the bird mourns; 

That the shrine shall be pillaged, and the gold spent, 
The jewels gone for light ladies’ ornament. 

The sanctuary broken, and its stores 
Swept into the laps of parasites and whores. 

When miracles cease, and the faithful desert you. 

And men shall only do their best to forget you. 

And later is worse, when men will not hate you 
Enough to defame or to execrate you. 

But pondering the qualities that you lacked 
Will only try to find the historical fact. 

When men shall declare that there was no mystery 
About this man who played a certain part in history, 

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Thomas 

But what is there to do? what is left to be done? 

Is there no enduring crown to be won? 

Tempter 

Yes, Thomas, yes; you have thought of that too. 
What can compare with glory of Saints 
Dwelling forever in presence of God? 

What earthly glory, of king or emperor. 

What earthly pride, that is not poverty 
Compared with richness of heavenly grandeur? 

Seek the way of martyrdom, make yourself the lowest 
On earth, to be high in heaven. 

And see far off below you, where the gulf is fixed. 
Your persecutors, in timeless torment. 

Parched passion, beyond expiation. 

Thomas 

No! 

Who are you, tempting with my own desires? 
Others have come, temporal tempters. 

With pleasure and power at palpable price. 

What do you offer? what do you ask? 

Tempter 

I oflFer what you desire. I ask 

What you have to give. Is it too much 

For such a vision of eternal grandeur? 

Thomas 

Others offered real goods, worthless 
But real. You only offer 
Dreams to damnation. 


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Tempter 

You have often dreamt them. 


Thomas 

Is there no way, in my soul’s sickness, 

Does not lead to damnation in pride? 

I well know that these temptations 
Mean present vanity and future torment. 

Can sinful pride be driven out 

Only by more sinful? Can I neither act nor suffer 

Without perdition? 


Tempter 

You know and do not know, what it is to act or suffer. 
You know and do not know, that acting is suffering. 
And suffering action. Neither does the actor suffer 
Nor the patient act. But both are fixed 
In an eternal action, an eternal patience 
To which all must consent that it may be willed 
And which all must suffer that they may will it. 

That the pattern may subsist, that the wheel may turn 
and still 
Be forever still. 


Chorus 

There is no rest in the house. There is no rest in the 
street. 

I hear re^less movement of feet. And the air is heavy 
and thick. 

Thick and heavy the sky. And the earth presses up be- 
neath my feet. 


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What is the sickly smell, the vapour? the dark green 
light from a cloud on a withered tree? The earth 
is heaving to parturition of issue of hell. What is 
the sticky dew that forms on the back of my 
hand? 


The Four Tempters 
Man’s life is a cheat and a disappointment; 

All things are unreal, 

Unreal or disappointing: 

The Catherine wheel, the pantomime cat, 

The prizes given at the children’s party. 

The prize awarded for the English Essay, 

The scholar’s degree, the statesman’s decoration. 

All things become less real, man passes 
Erom unreality to unreality. 

This man is obstinate, blind, intent 
On self-destruction. 

Passing from deception to deception, 

Erom grandeur to grandeur to linal illusion. 

Lost in the wonder of his own greatness. 

The enemy of society, enemy of himself. 

The Three Priests 

O Thomas my Lord do not fight the intractable tide. 

Do not sail the irresistible wind; in the storm, 

Should we not wait for the sea to subside, in the night 
Abide the coming of day, when the traveller may hnd 
his way. 

The sailor lay course by the sun? 

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Chorus, Priests and Tempters alternately 

C. Is it the owl that calls, or a signal between the 
trees? 

P. Is the window-bar made fast, is the door under lock 
and bolt? 

T. Is it rain that taps at the window, is it wind that 
pokes at the door? 

C. Does the torch flame in the hall, the candle in the 
room? 

P. Does the watchman walk by the wall? 

T. Does the mastiff prowl by the gate? 

C. Death has a hundred hands and walks by a thousand 
ways. 

P. He may come in the sight of all, he may pass un- 
seen unheard. 

T. Come whispering through the ear, or a sudden shock 
on the skull. 

C. A man may walk with a lamp at night, and yet be 
drowned in a ditch. 

P. A man may climb the stair in the day, and slip on a 
broken step. 

T. A man may sit at meat, and feel the cold in his 
groin. 


Chorus 

We have not been happy, my Lord, we have not been 
too happy. 

We are not ignorant women, we know what we must 
expect and not expect. 

We know of oppression and torture, 

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We know of extortion and violence, 

Destitution, disease. 

The old without fire in winter, 

The child without milk in summer. 

Our labour taken away from us, 

Our sins made heavier upon us. 

We have seen the young man mutilated, 

The torn girl trembling by the mill-stream. 

And meanwhile we have gone on living. 

Living and partly living. 

Picking together the pieces. 

Gathering faggots at nightfall. 

Building a partial shelter. 

For sleeping, and eating and drinking and laughter. 

God gave us always some reason, some hope; but now a 
new terror has soiled us, which none can avert, 
none can avoid, flowing under our feet and over 
the sky; 

Under doors and down chimneys, flowing in at the ear 
and the mouth and the eye. 

God is leaving us, God is leaving us, more pang, more 
pain, than birth or death. 

Sweet and cloying through the dark air 
Falls the stifling scent of despair; 

The forms take shape in the dark air: 

Puss-purr of leopard, footfall of padding bear. 

Palm-pat of noddirfg ape, square hyaena waiting 
For laughter, laughter, laughter. The Lords of Hell are 
here. 


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They curl round you, lie at your feet, swing and wing 
through the dark air. 

0 Thomas Archbishop, save us, save us, save yourself 

that we may be saved; 

Destroy yourself and we are destroyed. 

Thomas 

Now is my way clear, now is the meaning plain: 
Temptation shall not come in this kind again. 

The last temptation is the greatest treason: 

To do the right deed for the wrong reason. 

The natural vigour in the venial sin 
Is the way in which our lives begixi. 

/thirty years ago, I searched all the ways 
That lead to pleasure, advancement and praise. 

Delight in sense, in learning and in thought, 

Music and philosophy, curiosity. 

The purple bullfinch in the lilac tree. 

The tiltyard skill, the strategy of chess, 

Love in the garden, singing to the instrument. 

Were all things equally desirable. 

^Ambition comes when early force is spent 
And when we find no longer all things possible. 
Ambition comes behind and unobservable. 

Sin grows with doing good. When I imposed the King’s 
law 

In England, and waged war with him against Toulouse, 

1 beat the barons at their own game. I 

Could then despise the men who thought me most 
contemptible, 


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The raw nobility, whose manners matched their finger- 
nails. 

While I ate out of the King’s dish 
To become servant of God was never my wish. 

Servant of God lias chance of greater sin 
And sorrow, than the man who serves a king. 

For those who serve the greater cause may make the 
cause serve them. 

Still doing right: and striving with political men 
May make that cause political, not by what they do 
But by what they are. I know 
What yet remains to show you of my history 
Will seem to most of you at best futility. 

Senseless self-slaughter of a lunatic. 

Arrogant passion of a fanatic. 

I know that history at all times draws 

The strangest consecjuence from remotest cause. 

But for every evil, eveiy sacrilege. 

Crime, wrong, oppression and the axe’s edge. 
Indifference, exploitation, you, and you. 

And you, must all be punished. So must you. 

I shall no longer act or suffer, to the sword’s end. 

Now my good Angel, whom God appoints 

To be my guardian, hover over the swords’ points. 


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Interlude 

Thk Archbishop 

preaches in the Cathedral on Christmas Morning, 1170 

‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good 
will toward men.’ The fourteenth verse of the second chap- 
ter of the Gospel according to Saint Luke. In the Name of 
the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen. 

Dear children of God, my sermon tliis morning will 
be a very short one. I wish only that you should ponder 
and meditate the deep meaning and mystery of our 
masses of Christmas Day. For whenever Mass is said, 
we re-enact the Passion and Death of Our Lord; and on 
this Christmas Day wc do this in celebration of His 
Birth. So that at the same moment we rejoice in His 
coming for the salvation of men, and offer again to God 
His Body and Blood in sacrifice, oblation and satisfac- 
tion for the sins of the whole world. It was^Jjn this same 
night that has just passed, that a multitude of the 
heavenly host appeared before the shepherds at Bethle- 
hem, saying, ‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth 
peace, good will toward men’; at this same time of all 
the year that we celebrate at once the Birth of Our 
Lord and His Passion and Death upon the Cross, Be 

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loved, as die World sees, this is to behave in a strange 
fashion. For who in the World will both mourn and re- 
joice at once and for the same reason? For either joy 
will be overborne by mourning, or mourning will be 
cast out by joy; so it is only in these our Christian 
mysteries that we can rejoice and mourn at once for 
the same reason. But think for a while on the meaning 
of this word ‘peace.’ Does it seem strange to you that 
the angels should have announced Peace, when cease- 
lessly the world has been stricken with War and the 
fear of War? Does it seem to you that the angelic voices 
were mistaken, and that the promise was a disappoint- 
ment and a cheat? 

Reflect now, how Our Lord Himself spoke of Peace. 
He said to His disciples ‘My peace I leave with you, my 
peace I give unto you.’ Did He mean peace as we think 
of it: the kingdom of England at peace with its neigh- 
bours, the barons at peace with the King, the house- 
holder counting over his peaceful gains, the swept 
hearth, his best wine for a friend at the table, his wife 
singing to the children? Those men His disciples knew 
no such things: they went forth to journey afar, to 
suffer by land and sea, to know torture, imprisonment, 
disappointment, to suffer death by martyrdom. What 
then did Fie mean? If you ask that, remember then that 
He said also, ‘Not as the world gives, give I unto you.’ 
So then, He gave to His disciples peace, but not peace 
as the world gives. 

Consider also one thing of which you have probably 
never thought. Not only do we at the feast of Christ' 

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mas celebrate at once Our Lord’s Birth and His Death: 
but on the next day we celebrate the martyrdom of His 
first martyr, the blessed Stephen. Is it an accident, do 
you think, that the day of the first martyr follows im- 
mediately the day of the Birth of Christ? By no means. 
Just as we rejoice and mourn at once, in the Birth and 
in the Passion of Our Lord; so also, in a smaller figure, 
we both rejoice and mourn in the death of martyrs. 
We mourn, for the sins of the world that has martyred 
them; we rejoice, that another soul is numbered among 
the Saints in Heaven, for the glory of God and for the 
salvation of men. 

Beloved, we do not think of a martyr simply as a 
good Christian who has been killed because he is a 
Christian: for that would be solely to mourn. We do not 
think of him simply as a good Christian who has been 
elevated to the company of the Saints: for that would 
be simply to rejoice: and neither our mourning nor our 
rejoicing is as the world’s is. A Christian martyrdom is 
no accident. Saints are not made by accident. Still less 
is a Christian martyrdom the effect of a man’s will to 
become a Saint, as a man by willing and contriving 
may become a ruler of men. Ambition fortifies the will 
of man to become ruler over other men: it operates 
with deception, cajolery, and violence, it is the action 
of impurity upon impurity. Not so in Heaven. A mar- 
tyr, a saint, is always made by the design of God, for 
His love of men, to warn them and to lead them, to 
bring them back to His ways. A martyrdom is never 
the design of man; for the true martyr is he who has 

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become the instrument of God, who has lost his will in 
the will of God, not lost it but found it, for he has 
found freedom in submission to God. The martyr no 
longer desires anything for himself, not even the glory 
of martyrdom. So thus as on earth the Church mourns 
and rejoices at once, in a fashion that the world cannot 
understand; so in Heaven the Saints are most high, 
having made themselves most low, seeing themselves 
not as we see them, but in the light of the Godhead 
from which they draw their being. 

I have spoken to you today, dear children of God, of 
the martyrs of the past, asking you to remember espe- 
cially our martyr of Canterbury, the blessed Archbisl 
Elphege; because it is fitting, on Christ’s birth day, to 
remember what is that Peace which He brought; and 
because, dear children, I do not think I shall ever 
preach to you again; and because it is possible that in a 
short time you may have yet another martyr, and that 
one perhaps not the last. I would have you keep in your 
hearts these words that I say, and think of them at 
another time. In the Name of the Father, and of the 
Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen. 


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Part II 

★ 

Characters 

Three Priests 
Four Knights 

Archbishop Thomas Secret 
Chorus of Women of Canterbury 
Attendants 


The first scene is in the Archbishop’s Hall 
the second scene is in the Cathedral, 
on December Z9th, 1170 




Chorus 

Does the bird sing in the South? 

Only the sea-bird cries, driven inland by the storm. 

What sign of the spring of the year? 

Only the death of the old: not a stir, not a shoot, not a 
breath. 

Do the days begin to lengthen? 

I^onger and darker the day, shorter and colder the 
night. 

Still and stifling the air: but a wind is stored up in the 
East, 

The starved crow sits in the field, attentive; and in the 
wood 

The owl rehearses the hollow note of death. 

What signs of a bitter spring? 

The wind stored up in the East. 

What, at the time of the birth of Our Lord, at Christ- 
mastide, 

Is there not peace upon earth, goodwill among men? 

The peace of this world is always uncertain, unless men 
keep the peace of God. 

And war among men defiles this world, but death in 
the Lord renews it. 


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And the world must be cleaned in the winter, or we 
shall have only 

A sour spring, a parched summer, an empty harvest. 

Between Christmas and Easter what work shall be 
done? 

The ploughman shall go out in March and turn the 
same earth 

He has turned before, the bird shall sing the same song. 

When the leaf is out on the tree, when the elder and 
may 

Burst over the stream, and the air is clear and high. 

And voices trill at windows, and children tumble in 
front of the door. 

What work shall have been done, what wrong 

Shall the bird’s song cover, the green tree cover, what 
wrong 

Shall the fresh earth cover? We wait, and the time is 
short 

But waiting is long. 

[Enter the Four Knights.] 

First Knight 

Servants of the King. 


First Priest 
And known to us. 

You are welcome. Have you ridden far? 

First Knight 
Not far today, but matters urgent 
Have brought us from France. We rode hard, 

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Took ship yesterday, landed last night. 

Having business with the Archbishop. 

Second Knight 

Urgent business. 

Third Knight 
From the King. 

Fourth Knight 
By the King’s order. 

First Knight 
Our men are outside. 

First Priest 

You know the Archbishop’s hospitality. 

We are about to go to dinner. 

The good Archbishop would be vexed 
If we did not offer you entertainment 
Before your business. Please dine with us. 

Your men shall be looked after also. 

Dinner before business. Do you like roast pork? 

First Knight 

Business before dinner. We will roast your pork 
First, and dine upon it after. 

Second Knight 
We must see the Archbishop. 

Third Knight 

Go, tell the Archbishop 
We have no need of his hospitality. 

We will find our own dinner. 


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First Priest [to attendant] 

Go, tell His Lordship. 

Fourth Knight 

How much longer will you keep us waiting? 
[Enter Thomas.] 


Thomas [to Priests] 

However certain our expectation 
The moment torescen may be unexpected 
When it arrives. It comes when we are 
Engrossed with matters of other urgency. 

On my table you will find 

The papers in order, and the documents signed. 

[To Knights.] 

You are welcome, whatever your business may be. 

You say, from the King? 

First Knight 

Most surely from the King. 
We must speak with you alone. 

Thomas [to Priests] 

Leave us then alone. 

Now what is the matter? 

First Knight 

This is the matter. 

The Four Knights 

You are the Archbishop in revolt against the King; in 
rebellion to the King and the law of the land; 



You are the Archbishop who was made by the King; 
whom he set in your place to carry out his com- 
mand. 

You are his servant, his tool, and his jack, 

You wore his favours on your back. 

You had your honours all from his hand; from him 
you had the power, the seal and the ring. 

This is the man who was the tradesman’s son: the back- 
stairs brat who was born in Cheapside; 

This is the creature that crawled upon the King; swol- 
len with blood and swollen with pride. 

Creeping out of the London dirt, 

Crawling up like a louse on your shirt, 

The man who cheated, swindled, lied; broke his oath 
and betrayed his King. 

Thomas 

This is not tiue. 

Both before and after I received the ring 
I have been a loyal vassal to the King. 

Saving my order, I am at his command, 

As his most faithful vassal in the land. 

First Knight 

Saving your order! let your order save you— 

As I do not think it is like to do. 

Saving your ambition is what you mean. 

Saving your pride, envy and spleen. 

Second Knight 

Saving your insolence and greed. 

Won’t you ask us to pray to God for you, in your need? 

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Third Knight 
Yes, we*ll pray for you! 

Fourth Knight 

Yes, we’ll pray for youl 

The Four Knights 
Yes, we’ll pray that God may help youl 

Thomas 

But, gentlemen, your business 
Which you said so urgent, is it only 
Scolding and blaspheming? 

First Knight 

That was only 

Our indignation, as loyal subjects. 

Thomas 

Loyal? to whom? 

First Knight 
To the King! 

Second Knight 

The King! 

Third Knight 

The King! 

Fourth Knight 
God bless him! 

Thomas 

Then let your new coat of loyalty be worn 
Carefully, so it get not soiled or torn. 

Have you something to say? 

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First Knight 

By the King’s command. 

Shall we say it now? 

Second Knight 
Without delay, 

Before the old fox is oft and away. 

Thomas 

What you have to say 
By the King’s command— if it be the King’s command— 
Should be said in public. If you make charges, 

Then in public I will refute them. 

First Knight 

No! here and now! 
[They make to attack him, but the priests and attendants 
return and quietly interpose themselves,] 

Thomas 

Now and here! 

First Knight 

Of your earlier misdeeds I shall make no mention. 

They are too well known. But after dissension 
Had ended, in France, and you were endued 
With your former privilege, how did you show your 
gratitude? 

You had fled from England, not exiled 
Or threatened, mind you; but in the hope 
Of stirring up trouble in the French dominions. 

You sowed strife abroad, you reviled 

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The King to the King ot France, to the Pope, 

Raising up against him false opinions. 

Second Knight 

Yet the King, out of his charity. 

And urged by your friends, offered clemency. 

Made a pact of peace, and all dispute ended 
Sent you back to your See as you demanded. 

Third Knight 

And burying the memory of your transgressions 
Restored your honours and your possessions. 

All was granted for which you sued: 

Yet how, I repeat, did you show your gratitude? 

Fourth Knight 

Suspending those who had crowned the young prince, 
Denying the legality of his coronation; 

Binding with the chains of anathema, 

Using every means in your power to evince 

The King’s faithful servants, everyone who transacts 

His business in his absence, the business of the nation. 

First Knight 

These are the facts. 

Say therefore if you will be content 
To answer in the King’s presence. Therefore were we 
sent. 

T HOMAS 

Never was it my wish 

To uncrown the King’s son, or to diminish 
His honour and power. Why should he wish 

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To deprive my people of me and keep me from my own 
And bid me sit in Canterbury, alone? 

I would wish him three crowns rather than one, 

And as for the bishops, it is not my yoke 
That is laid upon them, or mine to revoke. 

Let them go to the Pope. It was he who condemned 
them. 

First KxNight 
Through you they were suspended. 


Second Knight 

By you be this amended. 


Third Knight 

Absolve them. 

Fourth Knight 
Absolve them. 


Thomas 

I do not deny 

That this was done through me. But it is not I j 
Who can loose whom the Pope has bound. 

Let them go to him, upon whom redounds 
Their contempt towards me, their contempt towards 
the Church shown. 


First Knight 

Be that as it may, here is the King’s command: 
That you and your servants depart from this land. 

Thomas 

If that is the King’s command, I will be bold 
To say: seven years were my people without 

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My presence; seven years of misery and pain. 

Seven years a mendicant on foreign charity 
I lingered abroad: seven years is no brevity. 

I shall not get those seven years back again. 

Never again, you must make no doubt. 

Shall the sea run between the shepherd and his fold. 

First Knight 

The King’s justice, the King’s majesty. 

You insult with gross indignity; 

Insolent madman, whom nothing deters 
From attainting his servants and ministers. 

Thomas 

It is not I who insult the King, 

And there is higher than I or the King. 

It is not I, Becket from Cheapsidc, 

It is not against me, Becket, that you strive. 

It is not Becket who pronounces doom, 

But the Law of Christ’s Church, the judgement of 
JRome. 

Go then to Rome, or let Rome come 

Here, to you, in the person of her most unworthy son. 

Petty politicians in your endless adventure! 

Rome alone can absolve those who break Christ’s in- 
denture. 

First Knight 

Priest, you have spoken in peril of your life. 

Second Knight 

Priest, you have spoken in danger of the knife. 

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Third Knight 

Priest, you have spoken treachery and treason. 

Fourth Knight 

Priest! traitor confirmed in malfeasance. 


Thomas 

I submit my cause to the judgement of Rome. 
But if you kill me, I shall rise from my tomb 
To submit my cause before God's throne. 


Knights 

Priest! monk! and servant! take, hold, detain. 

Restrain this man, in the King s name; 

Or answer with your bodies, if he escape before we 
come, 

We come for the King's justice, we come again. 

[Exeunt.] 


Thomas 

Pursue those who flee, track down those who evade; 
Come for arrest, come with the sword. 

Here, here, you shall find me ready, in the battle of 
the Lord. 

At whatsoever time you are ready to come. 

You will find me still more ready for martyrdom. 


Chorus 

I have smelt them, the death-bringers, senses are quick- 
ened 

By subtile forebodings; I have heard 
Fluting in the nighttime, fluting and owls, have seen 
at noon 


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Scaly wings slanting over, huge and ridiculous. I have 
tasted 

The savour of putrid flesh in the spoon. I have felt 

The heaving of earth at nightfall, restless, absurd. I 
have heard 

Laughter in the noises of beasts that make strange 
noises: jackal, jackass, jackdaw; the scurrying noise 
of mouse and jerboa; the laugh of the loon, the 
lunatic bird. I have seen 

Grey necks twisting, rat tails twining, in the thick light 
of dawn. I have eaten 

Smooth creatures still living, with the strong salt taste 
of living things under sea; I have tasted 

The living lobster, the crab, the oyster, the whelk and 
the prawn; and they live and spawn in my bowels, 
and my bowels dissolve in the light of dawn. I have 
smelt 

Death in the rose, death in the hollyhock, sweet pea, 
hyacinth, primrose and cowslip. I have seen 

Trunk and horn, tusk and hoof, in odd places; 

I have lain on the floor of the sea and breathed with 
the breathing of the sea-anemone, swallowed with 
ingurgitation of the sponge. I have lain in the soil 
and criticised the worm. In the air 

Flirted with the passage of the kite, I have plunged 
with the kite and cowered with the wren. I have 
felt 

The horn of the beetle, the scale of the viper, the 
mobile hard insensitive skin of the elephant, the 
evasive flank of the fish. I have smelt 


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Corruption in the dish, incense in the latrine, the sewer 
in the incense, the smell of sweet soap in the wood- 
path, a hellish sweet scent in the woodpath, while 
the ground lieaved. I have seen 
Rings of light coiling downwards, leading 
To the horror of the ape. Have I not known, not known 
What was coming to be? It was here, in the kitchen, in 
the passage. 

In the mews in the barn in the byre in the market 
place 

In our veins our bowels our skulls as well 
As well as in the plottings of potentates 
As well as in the consultations of powers. 

What is woven on the loom of fate 
What is woven in the councils of princes 
Is woven also in our veins, our brains. 

Is woven like a pattern of living worms 
In the guts of the women of Canterbury. 

I have smelt them, the death-bringers; now is too late 
For action, too soon for contrition. 

Nothing is possible but the shamed swoon 
Of those consenting to the last humiliation. 

I have consented. Lord Archbishop, have consented. 

Am torn away, subdued, violated. 

United to the spiritual flesh of nature, 

Mastered by the animal powers of spirit. 

Dominated by the lust of self-demolition. 

By the final utter uttermost death of spirit. 

By the final ecstasy of waste and shame, 

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O Lord Archbishop, O Thomas Arcnbishop, forgive us, 
forgive us, pray for us that we may pray for you, 
out of our shame. 

Thomas 

Peace, and be at peace with your thoughts and visions. 
These things had to come to you and you to accept 
them. 

This is your share of the eternal burden. 

The perpetual glory. This is one moment. 

But know that another 

Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy 

When the figure of God’s purpose is made complete. 

You shall forget these things, toiling in the household, 

You shall remember them, droning by the fire. 

When age and forgetfulness sweeten memory 
Only like a dream that has often been told 
And often been changed in the telling. They will seem 
unreal. 

Human kind cannot bear very much reality. 

Priests [ severally ] 

My Lord, you must not stop here. To the minster. 
Through the cloister. No time to waste. They are com- 
ing back, armed. To the altar, to the altar. They are 
here already. To the sanctuary. They are breaking in. 
We can barricade the minster doors. You cannot stay 
here. Force him to come. Seize him. 

Thomas 

All my life they have been coming, these feet. All my life 
I have waited. Death will come only when I am worthy, 

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And if I am worthy, there is no danger. 

I have therefore only to make perfect my will. 

Priests 

My Lord, they are coming. They will break through 
presently. 

You will be killed. Come to the altar. 

Thomas 

Peace! be quiet! remember where you are, and what is 
happening; 

No life here is sought for but mine. 

And I am not in danger: only near to death. 

Priests 

Make haste, my Lord. Don’t stop here talking. It is not 
right. 

What shall become of us, my Lord, if you are killed; 
what shall become of us? 

Thomas 

That again is another theme 

To be developed and resolved in the pattern of time. 

It is not for me to run from city to city; 

To meet death gladly is only 
The only way in which I can defend 
The Law of God, the holy canons. 

Priests 

My Lord, to vespers! You must not be absent from 
vespers. You must not be absent from the divine 
office. To vespers. Into the cathedral! 

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Thomas 

Go to vespers, remember me at your prayers. 

They shall find the shepherd here; the flock shall be 
spared. 

I have had a tremor of bliss, a wink of heaven, a 
whisper. 

And I would no longer be denied; all things 
Proceed to a joyful consummation. 

Priests 

Seize him! force him! drag him! 

Thomas 

Keep your hands off! 

Priests 

To vespers! Take his feet! Up with him! Hurry. 

[They drag him off. While the Chorus speak, the scene 
is changed to the cathedral.] 

Chorus [while a Dies Irae is sung in Latin by a choir in 
the distance] 

Numb the hand and dry the eyelid, 

Still the horror, but more horror 
Than when tearing in the belly. 

Still the horror, but more horror 
Than when twisting in the lingers. 

Than when splitting in the skull. 

More than footfall in the passage. 

More than shadow in the doorway. 

More than fury in the hall. 

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The agents of hell disappear, the human, they shrink 
and dissolve 

Into dust on the wind, forgotten, unmemorable; only 
is here 

The white flat face of Death, God’s silent servant, 

And behind the face of Death the Judgement 
And behind the Judgement the Void, more horrid than 
active shapes of hell; 

Emptiness, absence, separation from God; 

The horror of the effortless journey, to the empty land 
Whicli is no land, only emptiness, absence, the Void, 
Where those who were men can no longer turn the 
mind 

To distraction, delusion, escape into dream, pretence. 
Where the soul is no longer deceived, for there are no 
objects, no tones. 

No colours, no forms to distract, to divert the soul 
From seeing itself, foully united forever, nothing with 
nothing. 

Not what we call death, but what beyond death is not 
death. 

We fear, we fear. Who shall then plead for me. 

Who intercede for me, in my most need? 

Dead upon the tree, my Saviour, 

Let not be in vain Thy labour; 

Help me. Lord, in my last fear. 

Dust I am, to dust am bending. 

From the final doom impending 
Help me, Lord, for death is near. 

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In the cathedral. Thomas and Priests. 

Priests 

Bar the door. Bar the door. 

The door is barred. 

We are safe. We are safe. 

The enemy may rage outside, he will tire 
In vain. They cannot break in. 

They dare not break in. 

They canno^lbreak in. They have not the force. 

We are safe. We are safe. 

Thomas 

Unbar the doors! throw open the doors! 

I will not have the house of prayer, the church of 
Christ, 

The sanctuary, turned into a fortress. 

The Church shall protect her own, in her own way, 
not 

As oak and stone; stone and oak decay. 

Give no stay, but the Church shall endure. 

The church shall be open, even to our enemies. Open 
the door! 

Priest 

My Lord! these are not men, these come not as men 
come, but 

Like maddened beasts. They come not like men, who 
Respect the sanctuary, who kneel to the Body of Christ, 
But like beasts. You would bar the door 
Against the lion, the leopard, the wolf or the boar. 

Why not more 


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Against beasts with the souls of damned men, against 
men 

Who would damn themselves to beasts. My Lord! My 
Lord! 


Thomas 

Unbar the door! 

You think me reckless, desperate and mad. 

You argue by results, as this world does. 

To settle if an act be good or bad. 

You defer to the fact. For every life and every act 
Consequence of good and evil can be shown. 

And as in time results of many deeds are blended 
So good and evil in the end become confounded. 

It is not in time that my death shall be known; 

It is out of time that my decision is taken 
If you call that decision 

To which my whole being gives entire consent. 

I give my life 

To the Law of God above the Law of Man. 

Those who do not the same 
How should they know what I do? 

How should you know what I do? Yet how much more 
Should you know than these madmen beating on the 
door. 

Unbar the door! unbar the door! 

We are not here to triumph by fighting, by stratagem, 
or by resistance. 

Not to fight with beasts as men. We have fought the 
beast 


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And have conquered. We have only to conquer 
Now, by suffering. This is the easier victory. 

Now is the triumph of the Cross, now 

Open the door! I command it. open the door! 

\The door is opened. The Knights enter, slightly tipsy.'] 

Priests 

This way, my Lord! Quick. Up the stair. To the roof. 
To the crypt. Quick. Come. Force him. 

Knights \o7ie line each] 

Where is Becket, the traitor to the King? 

Where is Becket, the meddling priest? 

Come down Daniel to the lions' den. 

Come down Daniel for the mark of the beast. 

Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? 

Are you marked with the mark of the beast? 

Come down Daniel to the lions' den. 

Come down Daniel and join in the feast. 

Where is Becket the Cheapside brat? 

Where is Becket the faithless priest? 

Come down Daniel to the lions' den. 

Come down Daniel and join in the feast. 

Thomas 

It is the just man who 

Like a bold lion, should be without fear. 

I am here. 

No traitor to the King. I am a priest, 

A Christian, saved by the blood of Christ, 

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Ready to suffer with my blood. 

This is the sign of the Church always. 

The sign of blood. Blood for blood. 

His blood given to buy my life. 

My blood given to pay for His death. 

My death for His death. 

Knights 

Absolve all those you have excommunicated. 
Resign the powers you have arrogated. 

Restore to the King the money you appropriated. 
Renew the obedience you have violated. 

Thomas 

For my Lord I am now ready to die, 

That His Church may have peace and liberty. 

Do with me as you will, to your hurt and shame; 
But none of my people, in God's name. 

Whether layman or clerk, shall you touch. 

This I forbid, 

Knights 

Traitor! traitor! traitor! traitor! 

Thomas 

You, Reginald, three times traitor you: 

Traitor to me as my temporal vassal. 

Traitor to me as your spiritual lord, 

Traitor to God in desecrating His Church, 

First Knight 

No faith do I owe to a renegade, 

\nd what I owe shall now be paid. 

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Thomas 

Now to Almighty God, to the Blessed Mary ever 
Virgin, to the blessed John the Baptist, the holy apostles 
Peter and Paul, to the blessed martyr Denys, and to 
all the Saints, I commend my cause and that of the 
Church. 

While the Knights kill him^ we hear the 
Chorus 

Clear the airl clean the sky! wash the wind! take stone 
from stone and wash them. 

The land is foul, the water is foul, our beasts and our- 
selves defiled with blood. 

A rain of blood has blinded my eyes. Where is England? 

where is Kent? where is Canterbury? 

O far far far far in the past; and I wander in a land of 
barren boughs: if I break them, they bleed; I 
wander in a land of dry stones: if I touch them 
they bleed. 

How how can I ever return, to the soft quiet seasons? 
Night stay with us, stop sun, hold season, let the day 
not come, let the spring not come. 

Can I look again at the day and its common things, and 
see them all smeared with blood, through a cur- 
tain of falling blood? 

We did not wish anything to happen. 

We understood the private catastrophe, 

The personal loss, the general misery. 

Living and partly living; 

The terror by night that ends in daily action, 

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The terror by day that ends in sleep; 

But the talk in the market-place, the hand on the broom, 
The nighttime heaping of the ashes. 

The fuel laid on the fire at daybreak. 

These acts marked a limit to our suffering. 

Every horror had its definition. 

Every sorrow had a kind of end: 

In life there is not time to grieve long. 

But this, this is out of life, this is out of time. 

An instant eternity of evil and wrong. 

We are soiled by a filth that we cannot clean, united to 
supernatural vermin. 

It is not we alone, it is not the house, it is not the city 
that is defiled. 

But the world that is wliolly foul. 

Clear the air! clean the sky! wash the wind! take the 
stone from the stone, take the skin from the arm, 
take the muscle from the bone, and wash them. 
Wash the stone, wash the bone, wash the brain, 
wash the soul, wash them wash them! 

[The Knights, having completed the murder, advance 
to the front of the stage and address the audience.] 

Eirst Knight 

We beg you to give us your attention for a few 
moments. We know that you may be disposed to judge 
unfavourably of our action. You are Englishmen, and 
therefore you believe in fair play: and when you see 
one man being set upon by four, then your sympathies 
are all with the under dog. I respect such feelings, I 

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share them. Nevertheless, I appeal to your sense of 
honour. You are Englishmen, and therefore will not 
judge anybody without hearing both sides of the case. 
That is in accordance with our long established prin- 
ciple of Trial by Jury. I am not myself qualified to put 
our case to you. I am a man of action and not of words. 
For that reason I shall do no more than introduce the 
other speakers, who, with their various abilities, and 
different points of view, will be able to lay before you 
the merits of this extremely complex problem. I shall 
call upon our youngest member to speak first. William 
de Traci. 


Second Knight 

I am afraid I am not anything like such an experi- 
enced speaker as Reginald Fitz Urse would lead you to 
believe. But there is one thing I should like to say, and 
I might as well say it at once. It is this: in what we have 
done, and whatever you may think of it, we have been 
perfectly disinterested. [T//e other Knights: ‘Hear! 
hear!’.] We are not getting anything out of this. We 
have much more to lose than to gain. We are four plain 
Englishmen who put our country first. I dare say that 
we didn’t make a very good impression when we came 
in. The fact is that we knew we had taken on a pretty 
stiff job; I’ll only speak for myself, but I had drunk a 
good deal— I am not a drinking man ordinarily— to 
brace myself up for it. When you come to the point, it 
does go against the grain to kill an Archbishop, espe- 
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traditions. So if we seemed a bit rowdy, you will under- 
stand why it was; and for my part I am awfully sorry 
about it. We realised that this was our duty, but all the 
same we had to work ourselves up to it. And, as I said, 
we are not getting a penny out of this. We know per- 
fectly well how things will turn out. King Henry- 
God bless him— will have to say, for reasons of state, 
that he never meant this to happen; and there is going 
to be an awful row; and at the best we shall have to 
spend the rest of our lives abroad. And even when 
reasonable people come to see that the Archbishop had 
to be put out of the way— and personally I had a tre- 
mendous admiration for him— you must have noticed 
what a good show he put up at the end— they won’t 
give us any glory. No, we have done for ourselves, 
there’s no mistake about that. So, as I said at the be- 
ginning, please give us at least the credit for being 
completely disinterested in this business. I think that is 
about all I have to say. 

First Knight 

I think we will all agree that William de Traci has 
spoken well and has made a very impoitant point. The 
gist of his argument is this: that we have been com- 
pletely disinterested. But our act itself needs more 
justification than that; and you must hear our other 
speakers. I shall next call upon Hugh de Morville. 

Third Knight 

I should like first to recur to a point that was very 
well put by our leader, Reginald Fitz Urse: that you 

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are Englishmen, and therefore your sympathies are 
always with the under dog. It is the English spirit of 
fair play. Now the worthy Archbishop, whose good 
qualities I very much admired, has throughout been 
presented as the under dog. But is this really the case? 
I am going to appeal not to your emotions but to your 
reason. You are hard-headed sensible people, as I can 
see, and not to be taken in by emotional clap-trap. I 
therefore ask you to consider soberly: what were the 
Archbishop’s aims? and what are King Henry’s aims? 
In the answer to these questions lies the key to the 
problem. 

The King’s aim has been perfectly consistent. During 
the reign of the late Queen Matilda and the irruption of 
the unhappy usurper Stephen, the kingdom was very 
much divided. Our King saw that the one thing need- 
ful was to restore order: to curb the excessive powers of 
local government, which were usually exercised for 
selfish and often for seditious ends, and to systematise 
the judiciary. There was utter chaos: there were three 
kinds of justice and three kinds of court: that of the 
King, that of the Bishops, and that of the baronage. I 
must repeat one point that the last speaker has made. 
While the late Archbishop was Chancellor, he whole- 
heartedly supported the King’s designs: this is an im- 
portant point, which, if necessary, I can substantiate. 
Now the King intended that Becket, who had proved 
himself an extremely able administrator—no one 
denies that— should unite the offices of Chancellor and 
Archbishop. No one would have grudged him that; no 

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one than he was better qualified to fill at once these 
two most important posts. Had Becket concurred with 
the King’s wishes, we should have had^n almost ideal 
j State: a union of spiritual and temporal administra- 
' tion, under the central government. I knew Becket 
well, in various official relations; and I may say that I 
have never known a man so well qualified for the 
highest rank of the Civil Service. And what happened? 
The moment that Becket, at the King’s instance, had 
been made Archbishop, he resigned the office of Chan- 
cellor, he became more priestly than the priests, he 
ostentatiously and offensively adopted an ascetic man- 
ner of life, he openly abandoned every policy that he 
had heretofore supported; he affirmed immediately 
that there was a higher order than that which our 
King, and he as tiie King’s servant, had for so many 
years striven to establish; and that— God knows why— 
the two orders were incompatible. 

You will agree with me that such interference by an 
Archbishop offends the instincts of a people like ours. 
So far, I know that I have your approval: I read it in 
your faces. It is only with the measures we have had to 
adopt, in order to set matters to rights, that you take 
issue. No one regrets the necessity for violence more 
than we do. Unhappily, there are times when violence 
is the only way in which social justice can be secured. 
At another time, you would condemn an Archbishop 
by vote of Parliament and execute him formally as a 
traitor, and no one would have to bear the burden of 
being called murderer. And at a later time still, even 

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such temperate measures as these would become un- 
necessary. But, if you have now arrived at a just sub- 
ordination of the pretensions of the Church to the 
welfare of the State, remember that it is we who took 
the first step. We have been instrumental in bringing 
about the state of affairs that you approve. We have 
served your interests; we merit your applause; and if 
there is any guilt whatever in the matter, you must 
-share it with us. 


First Knight 

Morville has given us a great deal to think about. It 
seems to me that he has said almost the last word, for 
those who have been able to follow his very subtle 
reasoning. We have, however, one more speaker, who 
has I think another point of view to express. If there 
are any who are still unconvinced, I think that Richard 
Brito will be able to convince them. Richard Brito. 

Fourth Knight 

The speakers who have preceded m.e, to say nothing 
of our leader, Reginald Fitz Urse, have all spoken very 
much to the point. I have nothing to add along their 
particular lines of argument. What I have to say may 
be put in the form of a question: Who killed the Arch- : 
bishop? As you have been eye-witnesses of this lamen-^ 
table scene, you may feel some surprise at my putting 
it in this way. But consider the course of events. I am 
obliged, very briefly, to go over the ground traversed 
by the last speaker. While the late Archbishop was 
Chancellor, no one, under the King, did more to weld 

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the country together, to give it the unity, the stability, 
order, tranquillity, and justice that it so badly needed. 
From the moment he became Archbishop, he com- 
pletely reversed his policy; he showed himself to be 
utterly indifferent to the fate of the country, to be, in 
fact, a monster of egotism, a menace to society. This 
egotism grew upon him, until it became at last an un- 
doubted mania. Every means that had been tried to 
conciliate him, to restore him to reason, had failed. 
Now I have unimpeachable evidence to the effect that 
before he left France he clearly prophesied, in the 
presence of numerous witnesses, that he had not long 
to live, and that he would be killed in England. He 
used every means of provocation; from his conduct, 
step by step, there can be no inference except that he 
had determined upon a death by martyrdom. This 
man, formerly a great public servant, had become a 
wrecker. Even at the last, he could have given us 
reason: you have seen how he evaded our questions. 
And when he had deliberately exasperated us beyond 
human endurance, he could still have easily escaped; 
he could have kept himself from us long enough to 
allow our righteous anger to cool. That was just what 
he did not wish to happen; he insisted, while we were 
still inflamed with wrath, that the doors should be 
opened. Need I say more? I think, with these facts be- 
fore you, you will unhesitatingly render a verdict of 
Suicide while of Unsound Mind. It is the only chari- 
table verdict you can give, upon one who was, after all, 
a great man. 


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First Knight 

Thank you, Brito. I think that there is no more to be 
said; and I suggest that you now disperse quietly to 
your homes. Please be careful not to loiter in groups at 
street corners, and do nothing that might provoke any 
public outbreak. 

[Exeunt Knights.] 


First Priest 

O father, father, gone from us, lost to us. 

How shall we find you, from what far place 
Do you look down on us? You now in Heaven, 

Who shall now guide us, protect us, direct us? 

After what journey through what further dread 
Shall we recover your presence? when inherit 
Your strength? The Church lies bereft. 

Alone, desecrated, desolated, and the heathen shall 
build on the ruins. 

Their world without God. I see it. I see it.. 

Third Priest 

No. For the Church is stronger for this action. 
Triumphant in adversity. It is fortified 
By persecution; supreme, so long as men will die for it. 
Go, weak sad men, lost erring souls, homeless in earth 
or heaven. 

Go where the sunset reddens the last grey rock 
Of Brittany, or the Gates of Hercules. 

Go venture shipwreck on the sullen coasts 
Where blackamoors make captive Christian men; 

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Go to the northern seas confined with ice 
Where the dead breath makes numb the hand, makes 
dull the brain; 

Find an oasis in the desert sun, 

Go seek alliance with the heathen Saracen, 

To share his filthy rites, and try to snatch 
Forgetfulness in his libidinous courts. 

Oblivion in the fountain by the date-tree; 

Or sit and bite your nails in Aquitaine. 

In the small circle of pain within the skull 
You still shall tramp and tread one endless round 
Of thought, to justify your action to yourselves. 

Weaving a fiction which unravels as you weave. 

Pacing forever in the hell of make-believe 
Which never is belief: this is your fate on earth 
And we must think no further of you. O my lord 
The glory of whose new state is hidden from us. 

Pray for us of your charity; now in the sight of God 
Conjoined with all the saints and martyrs gone before 
you. 

Remember us. Let our thanks ascend 

To God, who has given us another Saint in Canterbury. 

Chorus. [While a Te Deum is sung in Latin by a 
choir in the distance.'] 

We praise Thee, O God, for Thy glory displayed in all 
the creatures of the earth, 

In the snow, in the rain, in the wind, in the storm; in 
all of Thy creatures, both the hunters and the 
hunted. 


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For all things exist only as seen by Thee, only as known 
by Thee, all things exist 

Only in Thy light, and Thy glory is declared even in 
that which denies Thee; the darkness declares the 
glory of light. 

Those who deny Thee could not deny, if Thou didst 
not exist; and their denial is never complete, for if 
it were so, they would not exist. 

They affirm Thee in living; all things affirm Thee in 
living; the bird in the air, both the hawk and the 
finch; the beast on the earth, both the wolf and 
the lamb; the worm in the soil and the worm in 
the belly. 

Therefore man, whom Thou hast made to be conscious 
of Thee, must consciously praise Thee, in thought 
and in word and in deed. 

Even with the hand to the broom, the back bent in 
laying the fire, the knee bent in cleaning the 
hearth, we, the scrubbers and sweepers of Canter- 
bury, 

The back bent under toil, the knee bent under sin, the 
hands to the face under fear, the head bent under 
grief. 

Even in us the voices of seasons, the snuffle of winter, 
the song of spring, the drone of summer, the voices 
of beasts and of birds, praise Thee. 

We thank Thee for Thy mercies of blood, for Thy re- 
demption by blood. For the blood of Thy martyrs 
and saints 

Shall enrich the earth, shall create the holy places. 

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For wherever a saint has dwelt, wherever a martyr has 
given his blood for the blood of Christ, 

There is holy ground, and the sanctity shall not depart 
from it 

Though armies trample over it, though sightseers come 
with guide-books looking oyer it; 

From where the western seas gnaw at the coast of Iona, 

To the death in the desert, the prayer in forgotten 
places by the broken imperial column. 

From such ground springs that whicli forever renews 
the earth 

Though it is forever denied. Therefore, O God, we 
thank Thee 

Who hast given such blessing to Canterbury. 

Forgive us, O Lord, we acknowledge ourselves as type 
of the common man. 

Of the men and women who shut the door and sit by 
the fire; 

Who fear the blessing of God, the loneliness of the 
night of God, the surrender required, the depri- 
vation inflicted; 

Who fear the injustice of men less than the justice of 
God; 

Who fear the hand at the window, the fire in the 
thatch, the fist in the tavern, the push into the 
canal, 

Less than we fear the love of God. 

We acknowledge our trespass, our weakness, our fault; 
we acknowledge 


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That the sin of the world is upon our heads; that the 
blood of the martyrs and the agony of the saints 
Is upon our heads. 

Lord, have mercy upon us. 

Christ, have mercy upon us. 

Lord, have mercy upon us. 

Blessed Thomas, pray for us. 


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